If I do not smile at the thought of you
Then I don't know you
If I do not quiver at the thought of your touch
Then you are not significant
If my bottom does not squeeze in and thighs harden to rock when I see you
Then am not attracted to you
If I don't repeatedly show myself to you
Then I don't think of you
In all truth and shame
You would know if this strange woman fancied you
You would know
For I have no time for shy moments
I boldly make known my desires to my suiter
And I approach without fear
Fully aware that the possibility of rejection is very high
I take my chances
And regret nothing at all
I have one life
And I live it boldly.
